The Politician Poem by Vinod Madyalkar

I am the reason for your pain.
Your loss is my gain.
I live to kill, I live to slay.
I bathe in blood all day.

I crave for money, I crave for women,
I enslave those hopeless men.
In my greed you all are slaughtered.
Because of me, your dreams are shattered.

I divide you in the name of region,
I divide you in the name of caste.
I unleash the horrors of the past.

In silence you live, in silence you die.
But you never ask me why? .
Its your fear that makes me strong.
It helps me do the wrong.

As long as you stay docile.
Without fear I shall live.
And hope that I never see a day.
On which, for my sins, I pay.

'The Politician ' is my name.
I understand neither love nor shame